(warning,do not red if sensitive to these topics: rape of a minor by an adult of family,thoughts of suicide and self harm.
those are the warnings im gonna give you
sorry if this is very sad,im in a mood to write sad and f###ed up stuff
by the way,to explain this
this is why i think viggo doesnt show his emotions alot
to sam,this isnt going to be apart of the roleplay so dont worry)
viggo:'12 years old,he was in his room'
ryker:'around 16 years old'
they heard fighting,ryker just sighs.
ryker: mom and dad are fighting again.
viggo: like always.
ryker: im gonna go.
viggo: ok,ill stay here.
ryker:'leaves the room'
viggo just sighs,it wasnt unusual for his parents to fight.
he was used to it.
(to sam,im going to use the name i gave viggo dad in my au
i did it so i dont have to write viggo dad)
isroldo:'storms in the room'
viggo cringed as he smelled alcohol.
his dad,isroldo grimborn was drunk.
viggo: dad?
isroldo:'locks the door,he walks to viggo,his eyes had a dazed look'
viggo: your drunk,you need to get some-
a harsh noise was hard,and viggo held his cheek.
his father had just slapped him.
viggo: d-dad?
isroldo the pins him down and started to rip his son clothes off.
viggo felt so much fear.
then pain came all over his body,and he screamed in pain.
he didnt know what to do,his father was raping him.
his own father is assaulted him.
after hours of pain,his father had let him go and walked away.
viggo:'lays down on the bed'
blood dripped down from his legs,his insides were burning.
he stands up and looked in the mirror.
he falls to his knees and cries.
he scratches his arms,making them bleed.
all he wanted was to cut his skin and bleed to death.
he just wanted to die.
the next day.
isroldo:'now sober,he was eating breakfast with everyone else'
he didnt know what he did to viggo.
viggo:'slowly eating breakfast'
isroldo: son,whats wrong?
viggo: tired........
isroldo: get some rest,ok?
viggo: ok.....'slowly gets up and walks to his room'
later on,he started to loose any sense of emotions,he didnt care about anything.
he felt dead inside.
he never told anyone what his father did.
he always told himself about something.
he had to get over with it.
now,he had his own family,and he couldn let the past haunt him anymore.